The other day WordPress wasn’t letting me anywhere near their good selves so I decided to join a certain dating website that my best friend’s been enjoying recently. This is where I mumble something about research. Anyway it only took me about 30 seconds to sign up after copy and pasting most of what I’ve put on here, although I regretted leaving in the part about leaving my heart in Africa. That seems to have been all that was necessary for the entire population of Africa to contact me, many of which have offered to go and find my heart and bring it back to me. Very kind.
After 70+ emails in the first few hours I resorted to turning off the notifications for every time I received one.
Still, I’ve met the man of my dreams. I knew joining that dating site was a good idea. I just got this email:
Subject: Beauty with baby face
how are doing girl.the royal are of great taste of a nice beef madra curry will you like it or a lobster termidor expensive but great taste. you are nice spice lady with a great mind of admiration . your smile attract the men of the world how do you do it what is your secret? when i look the beach i see the parfume of the (crepuscule)french word. very beautiful and i do admire it in face. that is great
henri
Anyone? Anyone? I have a feeling babelfish may have had a hand in it somewhere. Perhaps henri was saying something profound and beautiful and it just got lost in the translation.
Still, let no one ever say that I am not a nice spice lady. If they do, henri will be onto you quicker than you can say “parfume of the crepuscule”.
I finally feel validated as a woman.
I wasn’t going to reply, but I feel obliged to let him know someone’s swapped his tie for one that used to belong to a dwarf.
I really need to find these sites less entertaining, don’t I? They’re just bloody hilarious! :/
